Break It Down

Can you break it down Buss it Buss it Can you break it down Out with my Migas Sippin limerita With the top down Two seater No I don’t need you Boy I don’t need yah And if you want me Gotta get the freezer Ay, Cartier on my wrist yeah Hope that you get the jist yeah A Lot of y’all on my list yeah But not a lot of y’all lit yeah None of em made the cut Now they all in a rut Now they all on the bus Begging me to pull up I tell em patience Just be patient Know you see on the gram looking so amazing Seen you hit me in my DMs I’m on vacation Chillin with a boss Boy Can you do the same things Can you do the same things Said that you need a lady One whose down to ride Nissan or Mercedes You want me to love you and all your crazy Can you tell me what Have you done for me lately Can you break it down Buss it buss it buss it buss it buss it ay Can you break it down Buss it buss it buss it buss it buss it ay Can you break it down Don’t be mad, Don’t be mad ay Don’t be mad, Don’t be mad ay Don’t be mad, Don’t be mad ay Don’t be mad, Don’t be mad So why should I choose When most of y’all Pick more than one Maybe two So why can’t I do And see who I want Be my friend not my dude I know that you want me I need more than love Can you get to the money Can you get to the bag And come pull up me And hand me the cash Said that you need a lady One whose down to ride Nissan or Mercedes You want me to love you and all your crazy Can you tell me what Have you done for me lately Can you break it down Buss it buss it buss it buss it buss it ay Can you break it down Buss it buss it buss it buss it buss it ay Can you break it down Don’t be mad, Don’t be mad ay Don’t be mad, Don’t be mad ay Don’t be mad, Don’t be mad ay Don’t be mad, Don’t be mad Mad? Why would I be Why would I lie Why would I cheat Why you ain’t gone Why you ain’t bounce Why you here Why you ain’t leave Ooh you got the big head now cause you done found your drip It’s that bad bitch energy Girl come talk yo shit Ain’t no pressure pressure pressure I’m a zesser zesser zesser You so bad You so special You so extra extra extra You rather cry and be broke Or You rather cry in a Benz You rather lie down on a boat Or you rather lie to your friends I rather get money I can’t get mad I like to get money I can’t be sad I know if you ever leave me Girl That you won’t ever come back I know you want me to beg but I know I can’t ever do that Don’t be mad